Tokyo Port,
Zhao Tongzhi and the other three broke free from the raging flames and landed before Susan. Zhao Tongzhi looked at the corpses of the Alisva Monk Army on the ground, then at the pulsating golden energy mass in Susan’s hand.
Susan was speechless,
The fact was that a god, after defeating another, had come here, killed Shang Jun, and was then killed by Susan.
Of course, this was an illusion, but with a battle of gods preceding it and a god’s corpse following, a god would surely be severely injured and weakened after such a great battle.
The gradually dissipating corpse of Alisva and the golden energy mass in Susan’s hand were undeniably real.
Zhao Tongzhi narrowed her eyes, gave Susan a deep look, and said nothing. Turning back to the other three, she said, “Go put out the fire, then return to headquarters for assembly.”
The three left.
Zhao Tongzhi looked at Susan again, took a deep breath, and asked, “What’s going on?”
Susan knew this was He Li’s scheme. She didn’t choose to hide it but explained it carefully.
Zhao Tongzhi nodded and said, “In that case, this divinity will be taken back to headquarters and handed over to the research team.”
Susan looked at the golden energy mass in her palm, a flicker of reluctance in her eyes. This was an opportunity to become a god. Was she really going to give it up?
Become a god!
Become a god!
Become a god!
The tempting voices echoed in her mind.
Zhao Tongzhi noticed Susan’s unusual behavior, frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed Susan’s wrist, and pinched Susan’s face with her other hand, forcing Susan to look at her.
She stared into Susan’s eyes and said coldly, “Susan, if you want to be a puppet, then so be it, but don’t drag us down with you.”
Susan looked at Zhao Tongzhi’s aggressive gaze, was silent for a moment, and closed her eyes.
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In the twilight, Kawasaki City was not affected by Tokyo. Of course, the citizens were panicked, but compared to the citizens who died tragically in Tokyo, they were fortunate.
He Li wondered if Binjiang would have suffered the same fate as Tokyo, with countless deaths and the beautiful city reduced to ashes, had he and Horse fought there back then.
He Li smiled wryly and shook his head. It was in the past, why think about it? Forget it.
He Li walked into a small shop with a banner and ordered a bowl of ramen and a grilled fish, eating with relish. After eating his fill, he would take a boat to Hawaii to pick up Xiao Lan. He wondered if Xiao Lan was living comfortably in the five-star hotel.
However, how could a dog living in a five-star hotel be uncomfortable?
It was strange, really. As the owner, he was fighting for his life on the battlefield, while his divine envoy was living in a five-star hotel.
The more he thought about it, the angrier He Li became. He decided to teach Xiao Lan a lesson later. It was too infuriating.
There were few people in the shop, except for another family of diners besides He Li. After finishing their noodles, they quickly left. It had been a turbulent time, and they wanted to stay at home.
Although disaster had struck, a single house couldn’t provide a sense of security, but if that place was called “home,” it was another matter entirely.
Home was the last refuge, and every child who could go home was happy.
He Li smiled knowingly as he watched the family leave. They could go home, but where could he return to?
Children without a refuge didn’t look forward to going home.
He Li put down his chopsticks, looked at the owner sitting glumly in the kitchen, and then at Xiao Yue beside him. After a moment of silence, he asked,
“Xiao Yue, I’ve discovered something terrible, about myself.”
“Oh?”
Xiao Yue seemed to have become interested. He had been resting with his arms crossed, but he opened his eyes and leaned forward slightly, wanting to hear about He Li’s terrible discovery.
Xiao Yue’s obviously schadenfreude reaction earned him a glare from He Li. Then, he pondered for a moment and said, “Many people died in Tokyo. As I walked the streets, I could see the gasps and cries of many dying people.
But,
My heart seemed unmoved. Am I too abnormal?”
“That’s it?” Xiao Yue was very disappointed.
He Li nodded, “That’s it.”
Xiao Yue smacked his lips and said, “Look at those gods, which one of them is normal? They’re all lunatics, insane. Tens of thousands of years of reincarnation have driven them completely mad.
So, you should be considered normal.
You respect life and don’t trample on it, but that doesn’t mean you have to help and sympathize with them.”
After speaking, Xiao Yue noticed He Li staring at him. He pursed his lips and continued, “The people and gods of the whole world are bullying you. Do you really have the leisure to care about other people’s lives?
You live in fear every day, constantly guarding against the possible sudden descent of a divine war.
He Li, don’t forget, you’re only twenty years old.”
After hearing this, He Li scratched his nose and smacked his lips. Xiao Yue’s words were powerful. So, to find comfort, one had to find someone cultured. If it were Chen Sui, he would definitely look at him with contempt and say dismissively, “You’re really a damn saint, you haven’t figured out your own life, and you still care about other people’s lives.”
If it were Jin Fang, he would probably say, “Stop talking nonsense, I don’t have time to comfort you.”
What about Uncle Li? He would probably get depressed with himself and then advise him to die.
So, Xiao Yue’s words, in his hometown dialect, were “awesome”!
“Hahaha… Hahaha…”
He Li burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he pounded the dining table with his fists. Yes, he hadn’t even lived well himself, so how could he have the leisure to care about others? Even if he were to hold an umbrella for others, I would need to have an umbrella first.
You are waiting for an umbrella, while I am waiting for the rain to stop.
He Li’s laughter attracted the owner. The owner was a middle-aged man with a worried expression. Looking at He Li, he hesitated. Since a moment ago, this customer had been talking to himself, and now he was laughing like he was having a fit, seeming to be in poor mental health. Should he ask him to leave?
If he asked him to leave, would he hit him? Looking at his tall and strong build, he would definitely be beaten up.
Let’s forget it. Let’s just wait for him to leave quickly. This meal would be considered compensation.
Just as the owner was sighing with his head down, he heard a bang from the counter.
He suddenly looked up, and then his heart tightened. The mentally disturbed customer was staring straight at him. Should he call the police? Otherwise, he would be beaten. He was too strong. One punch from him would likely put him in the hospital.
Just as the owner was thinking wildly,
He Li took out a messy wad of Japanese yen from his pocket and placed it on the counter, smiling, “Boss, here’s the money.”
“Ah?”
“Ah!”
The owner was stunned for a moment, then surprised. He gave him money.
“Sir, you’ve given too much. You don’t need to give this much as a tip.”
He Li couldn’t understand the owner’s gibberish Japanese and turned to leave.
The moment He Li stepped out of the shop, the dining table where he had just eaten collapsed with a bang.
The owner was startled, staring blankly at the mess on the ground, then at the money in his hand.
“So… it wasn’t a tip after all.”
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